#ms

Some days I feel like a breast stuck in a mammography machine. ↗

— Holly Patrone

#mammograms #death

..bright eyes and subtle variations of blue... ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #rainbow #song-lyrics #veins #dreams

In my carpet bag are the mushrooms that I gathered in the woods. With two fingers I pick up a piece and look at it. Then I take a bite and wait for my body to react. Now I'm in a better mood. In a short time I'll be dead. Or alive. I'm not always sure that there's any difference. ↗

— Peter H. Fogtdal

#life #mushrooms #poison #death

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible? ↗

— Richard Matheson

#dreams

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#dreams

I’m in a band. I don’t go to church every Sunday. I love punk rock music. Sometimes I use swear words a lot. I respect and admire gay men and women. I’m obsessed with horror films. I know what shame feels like. And guess what old man? Jesus is still my Savior. ↗

— Hayley Williams

#faith #gay-rights #hayley-williams #horror-films #love

During your life, never stop dreaming. No one can take away your dreams ↗

— Tupac Shakur

#dreams

This denial is bizarre. Last time Chomsky denied something I attributed to him, it was Chomsky's word against mine and there was no way to resolve this argument. This time, however, there's some fairly conclusive evidence. Look at http://blog.zmag.org/ttt/. It describes itself as 'the official weblog of Professor Noam Chomsky', and it is attached to Z Magazine, for which Chomsky has regularly written for over a decade. It claims Chomsky makes direct blog entries. Yet Chomsky claims he has 'nothing to with with it'. Are we really meant to believe this? If it is true, why does he carry on writing for a magazine that publishes a false blog in his name? ↗

— Johann Hari

#england #media-lens #noam-chomsky #z-communications #communication

Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people. ↗

— Eleanor Roosevelt

#dreams #gossip #dreams

I had a dream about you. You were dying, and everybody around you was ignoring you because nobody wants to think about death. I was the only person who saw your pain, and was willing to document your descent into decomposition with the unblinking honesty of a video camera following your every move. You didn't smile once, but I suppose that's natural, because you were a soon-to-be skeleton in a cemetery.
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— Dora J. Arod

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships